Garden Variety

It was 10pm. 

There I was, face mask on with a glass of wine curled in my hand. Desperately trying to avoid a late night doom scroll blackhole (say that three times fast), I hopped over to Garden Party’s website. I’ve been trying to hold retail therapy at bay but if cannabis isn’t essential during this hellfire of a year, I don’t know what is. 

I casually scrolled through the site and all of a sudden, there she was: the unlikely ally that would open me up. Kiskanu, CBD suppositories. I paused for a moment then burst out laughing. No way people are putting CBD up their pussies. No way. It sounded like a Broad City sketch-- no offense. Love you, Abbi and Ilana.